#bnha x succubus reader

[mossy-opal]

Succubus

Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

It was difficult, living in this world and being what you are. It's not your fault, you were born this way! All those years ago, you were brought into this world and taught how to live.

You lived off of pleasure, and off of the souls of those you pleased. It wasn't all bad, but it was difficult when you were picky.

You weren't like most succubi, you had certain tastes. You didn't settle for every average Joe who came across you and fell into your trap of beauty and lust. Sure, it made you weak and very hungry, but your resolve was strong.

You liked it when they wanted you for more than just your body and pleasure. You liked it when you felt something for them. It broke your heart every time one of your new playthings died, but what were you expecting?

Mates for a Succubus were a rare thing, and frankly, you were losing hope.

That is, until you met him.

Your resolve was almost broken before you had met, thinking that you'd have to settle, go to a bar to find some poor schmuck to get yourself fed.

And there he was, in a dark alley at night, probably making his way home, but you were stuck.

He was beautiful. Light blue-ish gray hair, striking features, beautifully red eyes, and the cutest beauty mark. He noticed your staring almost immediately, and he got aggressive quickly.

"What!?"

"I'm- I'm sorry, I just... Have we met?"

"Tch... No...?"

Gods, his voice was making you weak! You laughed it off, immediately turning on your charm.

"Well I'm certain I'd remember someone like you... Who wouldn't~?"

He stepped back when you stepped forward, before you put your hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry, I'm just awe-struck by you..."

He huffed a small chuckle, before he moved past you. You were on his tail immediately, a small smile on your face. He didn't seem to mind your following, but he did stop again soon.

"What do you want?"

"May I ask for your name?"

He turned back with a glare. "Not until you give me yours first."

You gave him your name, and he looked you up and down, before he turned with a small huff.

"Come with me."

And that, was how you met Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains.

Your work relationship went well, and surprisingly, being in his presence alone satiated you. It was new, not feeling nearly as empty as usual, and stronger too. He made your wings soar, and it made you feel fantastic.

He never asked for more from you, but you were always sure to go above and beyond for him. Always going the extra mile, just for him.

He noticed, too. He originally thought it was a joke, how close you seemed to be to him. You were very touchy, very flirtatious, and he didn't exactly know how to handle it. No one really complimented him the way you did, or touched him as softly as you did, or did anything the way you did. You were... Odd.

But, he grew used to it. He... He liked it. He liked you.

You knew that, and you loved it.

It really did something for you, so, you decided to make the next move. To truly, seal the deal with him.

Hearing a knock on his door he grunted, not in the mood to talk to anyone. He didn't answer, but he was shocked when the door opened.

Whoever it was truly had a death wish.

"Dabi I swear to god if you bug me right now I'll-"

"I'm not here to bug you, boss~"

Oh, it was you. He grumbled, less annoyed, but still not in the mood for your games.

"Whatever, I'm tired... Go away."

You chuckled, and it sounded different from your usual laughs or giggles, it sounded... He didn't even know how it sounded.

"I'd normally listen to you with no hesitation, but I have something to ask of you~"

Here it is. You didn't even ask for a place to stay while working recon for him, so he expected he'd have to pay you with something eventually. He sighed, turning around in his chair.

"What is it then?" He asked, seemingly irritated.

You walked up to him slowly, something about you seemed very different now. Maybe it was your eyes- A haircut? He was bad at these things, he didn't know!

Then suddenly, the room seemed... Darker than it normally was. His computer monitors were still on, his game paused in the background, but everything just felt really heavy.

"I've been looking for you for a very long time.... I'm so happy to finally have found you~"

"What are you talking about...?"

Why did you smell different? Not like he knew what you smelled like or anything, but he definitely noticed how different it was now.

Your chuckle rang through his ears, louder than it was before. Everything seemed much heavier, and he figured it was a part of your quirk- You mentioned this was something you could do, right?

"Tomura, I have to be honest with you... I don't have a quirk."

That got his attention, but what got even more of his attention was the tail swaying behind you.

"W-what-"

"Not only that, I've been feeding off of you- I'm so sorry... I just couldn't help it. All the attention you gave me, it felt so good, it did so much to feed me, and that's when I knew it..."

He couldn't even speak, confused and a bit concerned, what exactly was he working with?

"You're my mate, Tomura~"

Looking in your eyes, he swore he could see hearts. He'd be flattered if he wasn't so damn confused- This has never happened before, he doesn't know how to handle this sudden admission of feelings! Sure, he returned the sentiment, he just didn't know how to... Respond.

"I know this is overwhelming for you, and I'm sorry you had to learn this way, but I had to be sure, y'know?"

The whine he responded with when he nodded made you fall to your knees in front of him, a hungry look in your eyes.

"Ugh, you're so hard to resist Tomura~"

"W-what... What are you...?"

Your hands were on his knees as you got closer to him, a pair of wings emerging from your lower back, your tail swaying even faster as you contained your eagerness.

"I'm a succubus, baby~"

His breath hitched, his legs jumping as your hands moved up his thighs.

"And I want you."

He could barely breathe, everything was happening so fast and he didn't know what to do. He pushed himself back, away from you for a second to try and at least calm down.

"W-what do you- What exactly do you want from me? Succubus... You guys... You eat souls- Right...? I think..."

You shook your head, standing up, lifting your shirt over your head. Tomura looked away, not wanting to look at you, despite how mesmerising you were.

"Usually yes, we feed off peoples pleasure, and take their souls when we're satiated. But, seeing as though you feed me with just your attention, I don't need your soul. You're my true mate, something that's thought to have been a myth- or a legend amongst my kind~"

Tomura could almost laugh, looking back at you before looking away again quickly; you were shimmying out of your pants.

"F-fuck well I thought- I-I thought stuff like- Succubi were... Made up..."

You moved closer to him again, leaning onto the arms of his chair as he moved to cross his legs, moving his sweater to cover his groin. You giggled at how shy he was, making him look you in the eyes.

His breath hitched again, unsure of where exactly to look. His eyes flickered from your chest to your nethers, back to your eyes.

"Tomura.... Can I have you~?"

He wanted to, he really, really wanted to, but he didn't know if he should agree...

"I promise nothing bad will happen, and I won't hurt you~"

He gulped, "Uh... S-sure... Yeah- Whatever..."

You shook your head, putting your forehead to his. The sudden intimacy actually helped cool his nerves ever so slightly.

"No darling, I want to hear a yes. Because it's true, I want you, and I want to mate with you."

"I-I said sure-"

You giggled again, giving him a soft kiss. He whined at the feeling, kissing you back with a passion he hadn't felt before. The sudden change in his attitude was pleasant, something that you weren't really expecting. He pulled away from you before pushing himself out of his chair, grabbing your face with both of his hands, careful to keep his pinkies raised (even if he was unsure he could hurt you). He kissed you again, deeply. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as you put your arms around his shoulders, letting him walk you back to his bed. He pushed you down, pulling away from you as he hovered above you, the both of you huffing for breath from the kiss.

"Is that enough of a 'yes' for you?"

The needy gravel in his voice was to die for.

You smiled wide, pulling him into another kiss, the both of you tonguing the others mouths, each of you pulling and squeezing at anything you could get your hands on. Tomura gripped your chest and your hips, pulling your thighs apart to press himself against you.

You were gripping his hoodie, before pulling at the waistband of his pants and underwear, shoving your hands up his hoodie, feeling his stomach and chest.

He pulled off of you quickly, yanking his hoodie off, before standing and pulling his pants down with an eager swiftness.

You imagined him to be just as pretty, but you didn't expect him to be this gorgeous.

The smile on your face worried him slightly, it made him think it was a joke again, maybe it was all an act.

"Get over here. Now."

The demand in your voice snapped him out of his sudden doubt, the hunger in your eyes was hard to resist. He crawled over you again, kissing you over and over. Softer, this time. You grind against him, making him moan and whine against your mouth.

You felt your wings flutter beneath you as you fed off his pleasure, and you felt vastly different from your previous toys.

You felt his love. You felt everything he felt, his doubt, his fear, his lust, his need. But most of all, you felt his love for you. You moaned when he touched you with two fingers, toying with your hole.

"Aah- Tomuraaah~"

"Fuck.... So needy, huh~?"

You wiggled your hips against his hand, your tail wrapping around his leg as he pushed his fingers into you slowly. Your mouth opened wide with the most sinful moan he'd ever heard, it was better than he'd imagined, even better than any pornstar he'd watched. He slowly fingered you open, scissoring you carefully, kissing your jaw and biting your neck as be listened to you. He never thought he'd get this hard, just from foreplay alone.

Your hands clawed into his sheets and his mattress, and he swore he saw you tearing the fabric.

"Tomuraaa, please- Please stop teasing me, I want you- need you~!"

With begging like that, how could he refuse? He pulled away from your beautifully marked up neck, and he was surprised, to say the least. Horns were atop your head, fangs poking out, your face already looking perfectly fucked out.

"Please fuck me baby, pleeeaaase~?"

Your whines and begging were enough to drive someone mad, and he was the one to hear them. You wanted him, you needed him. Lining himself up, he pushed into you quickly, shuddering a moan at the feeling of just how fucking hot you felt.

The gutteral moans the both of you exchanged made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth falling open even wider as he was finally, finally inside of you.

"Aaaaagh- Yes~! Yes yes yeeeess! Thank you Tomura, t-thank yoouaaah~!"

He huffed a chuckle, gripping your thighs tight before pushing them against your chest, over his shoulders.

"Don't thank me- uGh- Yet~"

As soon as he said that, his hips snapped, making you moan in his ear, and making him shudder above you. He already felt close, but he held out- If only for you. His movements were quick, sloppy, he thrusted as fast as he could, as harshly as he could, as he shoved his tongue down your throat, swallowing your moans and your cute noises. Your moaning was endless as you fed from him, drinking in his sexual desire and energy, feeling yourself being more full than you've ever felt.

In more ways than one.

Your tail wrapped tightly around his leg as your wings helped push you against him, meeting his hips with every thrust.

He lifted himself up, smirking down at you, "Wa-Want me to cum in you? Fill you up? Haa?"

You cried out with a smile, "YeEess! Yes yeS! Please baby~! Please fuck me full! W-waahnt it~ want you! Want you~! M-more~!"

Tomura laughed condescendingly, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him as you felt him get closer. He couldn't last much longer than this- It was already too much.

Without much more stimulation, he came hard and quick. You had never cum as hard as you did with Tomura balls deep inside of you, your climaxes combined to drip out of you. You both moaned out, loud, your hands clawing the bed to shreds as you cried out in ecstasy.

As you both caught your breath, Tomura pulled out of you and laid on his bed, exhausted, you couldn't help but laugh.

Tomura groaned. Barely able to, he moved to lay on his back, looking at you.

"W... What.. What's so funny...?"

You slowly and carefully moved to sit on him, straddling his lap, your clawed hands on his chest, a sly smile on your face. Your tail waved behind you as your wings stretched out.

"Oooh baby... I'm far from finished with you~"

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @elias-fable @starstruck-flames @daniidil @223princess

[the-faceless-bride]

I'll be your angel!

Teaser

⚠️ Very Strong themes and self-harm ⚠️

shinsou never believed in ghosts, angels, and demons. so when his bullies trapped him in a room with one lit candle, an Ouija board that looked recently touched he didn't understand. he tried the door but it was locked, just then the candle went out which concerned him for there was no wind or draft. but then he felt a hand grab him. he broke down the door and ran. he calmed down marking it up to those jerks messing with him. but when he woke up that night... it seems he was wrong.

I was up all night, one coffee turned to two then three, then six, then ten. He was reading and studying so he could get into the heroes classes. And prove all those jerks wrong. I wasn't a villain, I wasn't just a suicidal, tired cutter that cried myself to sleep every night. I was gonna be more than that. And I was gonna show them.

I pushed myself up from my desk chair,

Making my way to the bathroom. I always had concealer and foundation in my bathroom. I use it to cover the scars on me and the rope burns. It's funny you would think I have this to cover the eyebags.

I finished fluffing up my hair before leaving my parents were out doing their own thing so I didn't bother saying goodbye to them. I walked down a secret route to the mouth breathers wouldn't bother me for a while. When I finally made it to school.

Going to my locker to change my shoes I got my books and let out a long tired sigh. Walking down the halls everyone just stared at me. Some with looks of fear, some of the pure disgust, and others amusement. Those looks came from the main jerk and the other goobers he kept to do most of the dirty work.

I walked into class walking up to my desk setting my books down. Taking out a purple and black bandana I always carried with me for this reason.

I grabbed my water tipping it slightly letting the rag collect some before wiping down my desk.

All the while the jerks who did this watched me with disgust and amusement. I already wished for the day to be over.

I winced as my back hit the hard cold wall. Before I was pushed into a dark room with nothing but a candle and a board of some kind it's too dark to see what it was. I stumbled around in the darkness for a few seconds before reaching the door, but they locked me is great, I struggled with the handle for a bit hearing them laugh at my attempt. Then I heard a small breath and the candle went out. I whipped around but no one was there. I then felt a small hand grab my shoulder. I yelp and without thinking I slammed my body into the door-busting it wide open. Hitting one of the mouth breathers while I ran. They called out but I kept going.

I ran all the way home. And up to my room ignoring my parent's questions of just bursting in like that. I threw myself into my room slamming the door and pushing my back into it, panting as I slowly slid down it. I covered my face with my hands and I felt something touch me like a hand or something. But when I looked up nothing.

"Huh?..."

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I climbed into my bed hair fluffed down and wet. The fresh cuts on my arms burning from the way I just threw myself on the bed. I passed out almost immediately due to the days without any sleep at all.

I feel kinda warm. Cold but warm at the same time and I feel something stroking my hair. I look at my clock it reading midnight. I huffed turning in my bed only to be met with boobs.

"W-WHATW-WHAT THE FUCK?!"

[thicksimpx]

Pairing : retired!Enji x Succubus!neighbor reader

Warnings: mature content, mature language, masturbation, rough sex, slight dom/sub, blood kink, biting, reader is a mythical creature, anal fingering, cum eating/swallowing, semi-public sex

Summary : former pro hero Endeavor needs some ass and accidentally summons the woman of his dreams who oddly resembles his new neighbor🌚

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It was one of those days. One of those days that just never seemed to fucking end with some form of chaos and the former pro hero Endeavor couldn't take it anymore. He was mentally prepared to suit up at any moment and continue to show the world that he still had it and could protect them no matter how much he's aged unlike someone (All might). Coughing into his fist he watched the news in horror. The new generations of heroes and villains were reckless. On the verge of bursting into to flames while watching the hero current #2 Dynamite blow building to bite as he chased after minor villains.

"Relax" Shoto sighed coming up behind his dad with Fuyumi following behind him. "We came to see how you were and your about to burn a hole through the couch" he deadpanned as he sat down on the couch furthest from his father who looked ready to combust.

"Daddy is just stressed that’s all" Fuyumi said sitting next to Enji making his expression soften.

"Daddy" Shoto quotes playfully mocking Fuyumi with small smile earning a giggle from her. "... Needs some ass or something. What are you stressed for? You're retired” he continued going back to his normal straight face as he sips his tea.  Fuyumi gasp lightly slapping Shoto on the head, opening her mouth to apologize to her dad for her younger brother.

"No. It’s fine" Enji holds up his hand. Crossing his arms, staring at the television oblivious to Shoto and Fuyumi staring at him. Maybe I do need to get laid.

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His hand slid up and down his dick as he imagined being buried in a cunt. Specifically, his new golden skinned neighbor, he's only ran into her once, but he can’t get her face out of his mind.  A few breathy moans fall off his lips as he felt coming close finishing at the thought of her on her knees before him, begging for his cum. With a choked breath, he desperately thrust into his hand, vision blurring as he came.

With furrowed brows, Enji watched as his semen follows down the drain of the shower. Sighing, he stepped back letting the water follow over his head and down his body.

Hopping out the shower, he takes a moment to look at himself in the foggy mirror. Wiping the fog away he grimaced at his reflection. "SHOTOOOOOOOOOOOOO" he shouts as his body burst into flames. Shutting his eyes, he takes a deep breath to calm himself, patting the towel -now engulfed in flames.

"I can’t believe I defiled myself thinking that was the solution" he mumbled walking to his bedroom. After jacking off in the shower, he did not feel the slightest bit better. Maybe I should try to get out there and find someone to give the ass Shoto claims I need.

He briefly looks out his bedroom window, eyes focusing on his beautiful neighbor in her garden. Its 10:30.. what are you doing out there? Spacing out, he hardly notices the way you spotted him in the window shirtless. Not until you smiled and waved at him. He blinks body stiffening with guilt as he recalls his shower session filled with thoughts of you and he quickly snatches the curtains closed, missing the way your eyes light up with desire.

Sighing, he gets into bed- embarrassed. Staring up at the ceiling, he wondered what your quirk was. Could you read his thoughts? Did you know what he did in the shower? Do you know how he craves you?

Shaking off his anxieties, Enji decides not to worry about it, about you. Maybe Shoto was right, he did need to get laid, he was pent up. However, he doesn't want that to overpower his will to atone and continue striving to be a better father - now that he has more time on his hands. Irritated with his thoughts he sucks in a deep breath and tucks his arm behind his head, closing his eyes. It takes a few minutes but jacking off might've helped him as he drifts off into a deep slumber.

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With a gasp, he eyed snapped open to reveal his office at his agency. Looking around, he spotted things that have been placed before retirement, like the black leather couch he bought when he heard Shoto say he liked it. This must be a dream.

Looking down, he noticed he wasn't in his hero uniform but rather a button down and slacks. Panic begins to settle in as he watches a pair of beautifully manicured hands appear from under his desk and slide up his legs to his crotch.  Pushing his seat back, he finds the source of the hands. His beautiful neighbor. Definitely a dream.

"What’s wrong?" You ask from underneath the desk with your head tilted to the side to appear innocent. His breathe was caught in his throat as you crawled from under the desk towards him revealing yourself in nothing but a bra with your breast spilling out, a pencil skirt with your ass hanging out and garter belt attached to your thigh highs with your thighs spilling over like a can of biscuits. But what really caught his attention was the diamond studded collar around your neck that read "Enji T.”. Is my imagination this strong?

"W-hat- h-how?" He stammered over his words swallowing thickly as you reached for her belt buckle.

"Shhh. Mr. Todoroki. You need to relax, and you called me here to help you. I want to help you sir” you coo pulling his dick out. Your tongue darted out tasting him. He choked out a moan from feeling something other than his hand. You grabbed the base as you slowly closed your mouth around the tip. He arched in his seat, bucking his his up uncontrollably -clearly touch starved- until his dick reached the back of your throat.

"W-wait!" He shouts stopping you. "This feels too real"

You bat your eyelashes with his dick in your mouth as he stares down at you. Your mouth doesn't move but he can hear your voice, like it’s in his head. "It’s your dream, I beg you, do whatever you want to me Enji"

Placing his overly large hands on either side of your face, he begins to thrust into your mouth slowly, salivating from the realization that you don't have a gag reflex.  Enji slid his feet slightly apart to ground himself before slipping his hand through your braids as he felt you sucking and swallowing in between every shallow thrust into your mouth.  You were sucking his climax out if him with hardly any effort.  Trembling moans fell from his lips when you hollowed your cheeks and squeezed his balls hard making his legs buckle. He tightly grips a handful your braids pulling his dick free from your sinful mouth and cums on your face.

You closed your eyes, happily accepting the warm liquid he gave you. Listening to him grunt and groan as he came to a complete finish, letting go of your hair and slumping back into his seat. You open your eyes, waiting for him to look at you as you still kneeled before him.  The moment he realized you were still in-front of him, you stuck out your unusually long tongue and licked the cum from every corner of your face with a devious smile - listening to him panting, dick jumping in excitement as you savored his taste.

"You're right, it is a dream" he smiles like a maniac. I’m going to take what I can get, who knows if I’ll be able to get this close to her. At least I can have her in my dream .. even if it’s just once.

Standing up from his seat his pants fall to his ankles. You stick your tongue out expecting for him to fuck your face, he grabs you by the collar and throws you across his desk. Your eyes glow with lust as you get on your knees, spreading your legs wide and laying your chest on the desk with your ass in the air, shocking Enji.

"What are you waiting for? Come fuck me” he burst into flames at your tone. who did you think you were talking to him that way? Wasting no time, he grabs the crotch part of your panties burning them off your body and sheathed himself fully inside you with one slow thrust.

"You feel so good" he moans with a shudder, running his warm hands up your back pushing you down. You feel the heat from his flaming pubes on your ass, but you don't mind, he could burn you to a crisp if it meant he'll still be fucking your corpse.

Your eyes roll back, and tongue falls out as Enji starts fucking into you, pushing up your smaller than average skirt. Without warning his hand comes down and smacks your ass, heating up just a bit past comfort—you cry out in pleasure and pain. He's hitting all your sweet spots as he thrust into you faster and all you can feel is the heat from his body smothering you, while your cunt is struggling to adjust to the thickness of his dick.

His dick coming almost all the way out of you before slamming in back again and again — and the pleasure is so overwhelming you simply focus your vision, eyes crossing.  A cold glob of saliva plops onto your exposed asshole and before you can process what might happen, Enji shoves in a thick finger, thrusting in unison with his thrust into your cunt.

"Yes, fuck me faster Enji!" You cry out. he grunts in response adding a second finger to your ass and relentlessly starts ramming his hips into your ass, his rhythm unsteadies, feeling overstimulated from watching your ass bounce every time you pushed back against him. Feeling overwhelmed from the sight of your cunt creaming around him and juices sliding down dripping on the desk and on the floor from his balls.

"Dammit" he shouts voice laced with disappointment. You feel his dick twitching as he starts moving weakly and in shallow thrusts. His warmth starts over filling your insides as he cums for the second time, inside of you.

Out of breath, he pulls out- a sloppy wet sound echoing in the now quiet room. He may be tired, but you’re not done. You're here to drain him. You've been smelling his desire from the moment you moved in.

You flip over, sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide, leaning back and propping your feet on the desk. "Enji..." you coo. "Look at the mess you made" spreading the folds of your cunt Enji watched as his cum leaks out of you and on his desk.

"Oh? Did that turn you on?" You whisper from behind him wrapping your arms around his neck. Confused and turned on, Enji swallowed and nodded. Looking back only to find you gone again but on the couch. Silently you motion for him to come to you with a single finger. As if in a trace, he kicks of his pants and quickly makes his way to the couch. You push him down on it and straddle him.  You grab his dick and slowly slide down to the base feeling your clit rub against his pelvis letting out a small moan. You bite your lip and experimentally lift your hips and slam them back down, watching Enji's face contort with pleasure.

Giggling sadistically, start to steadily bounce up and down on Enji's dick.  Squelching and queefing sounds coming from your cunt with the evidence of your last round leaking out onto his lap. Sliding your hands up your body you knead your breast, pinching and pulling at your nipples, putting on a show for him.

He places his hands on your hips watching you enjoy yourself with his dick. Eyes closed and moaning like a bitch in heat. He swore he saw tiny horns appear on your head and your teeth did look a bit sharper. Maybe it was the post climactic fog messing with his head, maybe it was his dream turning into a nightmare. When you opened your eyes to look at him, he saw your pupils changed, from normal to heart shaped. The horns were definitely there, but that didn't make his dick any less hard.  It was a dream after all, and he wants his fill of you before he wakes up and goes back to being the old man next door.

Gripping your hips tighter, he starts to slam you down on his dick, you have to grip the back of the couch for balance as he's ripping orgasm out of orgasm out of you.  Your appetite for sex had begun to outweigh your appetite for the energy you needed to survive, and you couldn't care less. Though, All the squirting, the way his dick remained hard through all of this, even now with his brows furrowed as he impaled you on his dick, the smell, it made you want more, you needed more. And you knew what that more was.

Placing small soft kisses to his neck as you bounce up and down, you feel a vein.  Sticking your tongue out you lightly lick the vein and bite down sinking your fangs into his neck. Enji groans almost animalistic as his dick began to throb cumming for the third time, eyes closed, and mouth gaped open as you sucked him dry. You pull off his neck swirling his blood around his neck over the bite mark with the tips of your fingers

"Far better than I expected, neighbor. I didn't think you could keep up; I might come back for seconds" you whisper licking his blood from your fingers.

"W-we can keep going" He huffs trying to catch his breathe

"I’m sorry love" you fake pout with a laugh as you cup his face "it’s time to wake up" bumping your foreheads together, "I’ll see you soon"

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Gasping for air, Enji sat up seeing the sun peeking into his bedroom through the sheer curtains. Looking at his phone the time read 6:30am, he slept through the whole night for once. It really was a dream, shit. Lifting the blanket, he eyes his lap in disgust seeing is soiled briefs.

Stripping out of them he heads the bathroom rubbing his aching neck.  Eyes closed he begins his morning routine, sleep still clear in his eyes as he reaches for his toothbrush. His heart nearly stops at the slight of blood smeared on his hand. Looking in the mirror, he sees a trail of red on his neck, moving closer he makes out the faint bite mark. Instantly, his dick gets hard again at the sight of the mark and memories of his dream.  Groaning he gets into the shower prepared to cure his erection, hoping it'll lure you back to him, assuming that’s what enticed you in the first place - for another round.

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[kxkyuu]

Something quick because I feel bad for not posting.

Katsuki shook his head at her sheer excitement about the box of cordial cherries he'd surprised her with. Christmas had just ended so the candies were on sale and he managed to snag a few boxes for her. She peppered his face in kisses before she tore into the first box. His ears perked up at the blissful moans that escaped her each time the sweet syrup encased in the chocolate broke through. An idea struck him as a sly grin began to spread over his lips.

Bakugou glanced over at his daughter and saw that she was engrossed in her favorite anime. He then quickly made his way over to the blissfully unaware woman in the kitchen.

I had just popped another one of the delicious chocolate covered cherries into my mouth, catching it between my teeth when strong arms wrapped around my waist and spung me around. My eyes widened when I saw Katsuki looking down at me, his vermillion eyes clouded. Before I could even moved, he grabbed my chin and leaned down. His lips brushed against mine as he bit into the chocolate casing around the cherry. The sweet syrup flowed over my tongue, causing me to moan out as Bakugou pressed his tongue forward.

[makethiscanon]

Some More AU Prompt Ideas for things I’ll Write Eventually, but also go for it!!

(Slight N~SFW warning for some themes, but no detail)

Party AU

Designated driver [Person A] spots wallflower [Person B] looking uncomfortable, surrounded by 4 guys coming on too strong. Time for [A] to pretend they know [B], then when that doesn’t work, time to pretend to be [B]’s partner.

Alt. – [A] needs the bathroom but [B] is in there, drunkenly sobbing their heart out and refusing to leave. [A] convinces [B] to let them in but then [B] decides instead of leaving [A] in peace, [B] absolutely has to vent all their problems to them.

Alt. – [A] left their coat in their friend’s room but now that they wants to leave, there’s someone [B] lying on the bed, trying to make bad decisions with the first person to enter the room. [A] is only glad they found [B] first, instead of someone worse finding them.

Alt. – [A] finds a passed out stranger [B] in the back yard of a house party. [A] only searches through their belongings to find out where they live, but finds nothing. Time to take this drunken mess home so [B] can sleep it off on [A]’s couch where they’ll be safe.

Random AUs 

[A] is having a yard sale and for some reason [B] buys all their old stuffed toys, and one dubious weapon.

Supermarket AU – small [A] asks clerk [B] to grab something off the top shelf, all embarrassed. Then [A] realises [B] is following them around the store in case [A] needs anything else high up.

Alt. – [A] is the new hire at a supermarket and the pandemic has just begun, but [B] is determined to stop yet another employee quitting.

Incubus AU – Incubus feed off all intimate energies, so when lonely [A] fights off a starving Incubus [B], they compromise by having a cuddly late-night movie date with popcorn for [A] and plenty of kisses and cuddles for [B], as a snack.

Big Mouth/Incubus AU – everyone has a personal hormone monster, a demon that encourages them to act out and fulfil unspeakable desires, but [A]’s hormone monster, [B], is close to being fired because they’re trying to convince [A] to be celibate – why? Because [B]’s in love with [A] and no one gets to fuck them before [B] does.

[mrpenguinpants]

BNHA Monster AU aka Tamaki is a really bad incubus that doesn’t know how to do his job HC

I was gonna do Dabi but I haven’t written our “pure” boy yet so why not now. Plus I like making bnha boys bottoms. Sue me. Anyways

Incubus: A male demon imagined to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women. The word incubus comes from a late Latin form of incubo, meaning ‘nightmare’. 

In technical terms, incubuses could be bottoms. Just so long as they did the deed it didn’t matter how. But Tamaki just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Oh god, what if they woke up he would literally die. Well on the inside, he can’t really die physically. But if he didn’t do something at least once a week he’d be in big trouble. His power would weaken along with his physical body and it would make him an easy target. 

He was definitely underestimated because of his shy nature despite having a high rank in the supernatural race. Plus, an incubus that was scared to have sex was unheard of. His friend Mirio told him he could always use a sleep spell but he couldn’t stop his anxiety. But he always sucked it up (not literally) and did the absolute minimum. 

Until he got to you.

You were always a light sleeper and maybe Tamaki messed up the wording in his sleep spell (it wouldn’t be the first time). You woke up to someone touching you. Your natural reaction was to scream and deck the person on top of you but you only managed to let out a scream startling the stranger and he accidentally knocked you out. 

Oh, Jesus, Tamaki was panicking. You woke up and saw him. He would be in so much trouble with the supernatural world. You woke up. Mirio would be so upset at him. You woke up. 

So he fled into the night to go find a nice corner to cry and calm himself. You woke up a couple hours later looking around and checking yourself. Nope. Nothing. So you wrote it off as a nightmare and got ready for your day.

Meanwhile, Tamaki was freaking the fuck out. An incubus/succubus can’t exactly nope out halfway (don’t @ me on the details). Once they start they have to finish. Which means he has to find you, do his thing, and peace out before the day ended or other demons will be attracted to you and do rather unpleasant things. At least he didn’t run too far from where you lived. He took a deep breath. He wasn’t about to let you suffer because of his mistakes. He quickly changed into his human form, which is him just without the demon parts, and set out to find you.

Good news. He found you. Bad news. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. So he was quietly stalking you throughout your day. Today, you were out with your friends when one of them turned to you and whispered 

“So, I don’t want to alarm you. But there’s this really cute guy that’s been stalking you. But like not in a creepy way. Think of middle school crush level of stalking” 

You peered over your shoulder to see a guy with pale skin, elf ears, and messy indigo hair. He noticed you looking at him and flushed before turning around. Poor guy looked like he was having a panic attack.

“Should I talk to him? I don’t know what if he is a creepy stalker and is planning to harvest my organs.”

“Okay. First off. Gross. And second. Yes absolutely! Besides, we’re in a crowded mall what is he gonna go? Don’t worry I’ll be on the sidelines cheering you on and if he tries something I’ll blow him to kingdom come.” 

 So you shrugged and went over to your apparent stalker.

“Um, excuse me? Did you need something from me?”

Oh fuck, this pure boy couldn’t handle this. How the fuck was he suppose to tell you he was an incubus and how if you both didn’t have some form of sex, demons were going to be attracted to his claim on you and probably rip you to pieces and oh shit he just said all of this out loud

“Are you...”

Fuck, you were gonna say it

“Into roleplay or something?”

He promptly fainted 

He woke up hours later in a couch to see you playing on your phone waiting for him to wake up

“Um..”

“Oh, you’re awake. You scared me a bit when you passed out right there.”

“O-Oh. Sorry...”

Awkward pause

“So..about that thing you said earlier.”

“P-Please, just ignore it.”

You bleeding to death started to sound a lot better now the longer he was stuck in this conversation (goddammit Tamaki do your fucking job) 

“While I don’t think you’re mentally insane I’d like to know what you were talking about. Specifically, you being an incubus.”

He sighed, just man up Tamaki and say it. This was the perfect opportunity. 

“Yeah, what I said earlier. It’s all true. I didn’t mean to spring it upon you so soon but I was nervous. I don’t really...interact with humans. Especially not in this situation.” 

“Woah...” your eyes widen as you saw him shift into his real form. From the wings to his horns. It was kinda cool. Granted you should be scared cause what the fuck but the guy didn’t seem that harmful. He did just faint from talking to you so you doubted he could do much “Seriously, are these real?”

You reached out to hold onto his wings only for Tamaki to whimper and cave into himself with his wings as some sort of shield.

“S-Sorry! That was weird. I-It’s just my, my wings are really sensitive.” 

“Are you a virgin or something? You just seem real ‘out of touch’”

“I-I’ve never really done this with someone.”

“Seriously? Hm okay, I’ll try and take it slow then.”

You sat beside him on the couch. You remembered your first time and how nerve-wracking it was, so hopefully you’d be able to help the guy out. It wasn’t like this was the first attempt. 

“Wait, you’re okay with this? I mean I don’t want to drag you into something you don’t want to do.”

“I mean I don’t mind. I prefer to at least grab dinner before doing this. Just let me know when things get too uncomfortable. Just a little warning I’m not someone that can stop halfway. Once we start we’re finishing.”

The next day Mirio had rushed over when he heard his friend was panicking. He couldn’t go earlier because he had to deal with some things but he was free now. Mirio has a six sense for this kinda stuff only to see Tamaki fine and probably the most well-rested he’s ever seen him ever.

“Tamaki? Are you alright? I had a feeling that you were in trouble so I rushed right over.”

“Mirio..I think I met a succubus.”

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

Too Much

Masterlist

This was in the works for months. It’s apart of my sort-of series where the BNHA boys get hit with some type of lust quirk

Words: 3795+

Warnings: smut, oral, face sitting, needy Izuku, overstim, use of toys

Ft. Midoriya Izuku x FEM!reader

Summary: Midoriya shields someone from a succubus quirk

Deku, more often than not, was usually on the news. Specifically live television, helping civilians, stopping crime, and kicking ass. So it was no wonder that you tried to avoid that channel at all costs so you didn't risk having a panic attack at your boyfriend's activities. But Izuku, on the other hand, watched the news channel like it was his lifeline. He was watching out for new heroes, villains, and people in need of help. Izuku was typically pretty good about changing the channel when he left for work, but there were some occasions where he forgot.

Like today.

You were originally planning to watch some Netflix as you worked from home, plopping yourself down onto the couch and grabbing the remote. What you should've done was press the Netflix button as soon as you turned on the TV but alas, you didn't and now your eyes were glued to the screen, watching your boyfriend struggle to get handcuffs on a woman with deep red skin.

"—and Pro Hero Deku has done it again! Peacefully arresting an aggressive woman with a succubus quirk. How does he do it? The self restraint on this man is absolutely amazing! I know if I was in that situation I wouldn't've made it out sane! Ahahaha! And back to Yū-san for the weather—," the reporter was cut off by the news' slogan, and you turned off the TV.

"Fuckin' hell. A succubus?!" You mumbled, reaching for your phone and standing up. You tapped on the Reddit app and searched up the Pro Hero subreddit for more information. There was already a whole thread about Deku's most recent predicament, comments about how hot the succubus lady was and people wondering how Deku even had the ability to resist her.

You somehow felt the call on your phone coming, and threw on your jacket before it rang.

"Hello, this is y/n speaking," you answered, fishing your keys out of your pocket.

"Hello, this is Deku's agency. Are you able to pick him up at his office?" The receptionist said, simultaneously typing something on her keyboard.

"Already on my way," you sighed. "Thanks for calling me."

You quickly hung up and shoved your feet into your shoes. You shut the door behind you and locked it up, walking down the driveway to your vehicle. You knew that something was up, because if there wasn't they wouldn't have called you to pick him up. You kind of expected what Izuku was going through right now, but you didn't know how severe. He would've cracked on live television if it was really bad, right?

You rounded up to the gated parking lot meant for staff and heroes, and drove up to the curb. Deku was still in his hero costume, and he clutched his suitcase in his left hand, the other one buried in his right pocket.

You rolled down your window, "alright, what's the damage?"

Uravity stood awkwardly next to Izuku, expecting him to answer. When he didn't, she sighed and explained, "Deku-kun, uh, got in between a woman with a succubus quirk and her victim... and received the full force of her quirk..."

Izuku's eyes were cemented to the ground as if looking at you would trigger an explosion. You could see the glow of his flushed cheeks, and he nodded slowly, "y-yeah..."

"Did the doctor say anything or...?" You questioned.

"Ah- he just said Deku-kun has to— erm, ride it out. It won't do much damage because the real problem is the succubus' ability to... kill you with pleasure..."

You nodded in understanding at the uncomfortable girl, and unlocked your car, "alright Izu, get in. We have a long day ahead of us."

Izuku squeaked at your words and blushed harder, opening the back door and scooting inside. He held his suitcase in his lap, and stared down at it.

"Thanks, Ochaco-san," you smiled. "I might be stuck at home for an undetermined amount of time, so I'll let you know when Izuku is back to normal."

"Alright," she nodded. "Um, enjoy the rest of your day?"

You chuckled as you rolled your window up and locked the vehicle, looking back at Deku— who immediately whipped his head away. The ride was quiet besides your music, and you wondered what would ensue once you got home.

Izuku was unusually quiet on the ride home, not even pointing out his favourite collectable shop when you drove by it. His fists clutched the edge of his suitcase, staring a hole into the back of your head. You could feel his intense gaze

Ever since the arrest of that woman, Izuku's cock throbbed. The public didn't seem to notice his erection, and for that he was thankful. But as soon as he slipped away from the public's eye he couldn’t help but groan. He didn't feel like he was functioning; actually, he wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't function until he found sweet release. Deku gulped as he fantasized about you, stealing glances at you from the driver's seat. He desperately wanted you to pull over, and leap onto his cock. His head span as he imagined you saying the lewdest of things, and he mindlessly dipped a hand into his pants.

Izuku's vision fizzed when he imagined you sitting on his lap, grinding into his crotch. He let his suitcase fall to his feet, and he spread his legs a little wider. His head rested on the tinted window as he gradually increased his pace, fogging a spot on the window with his hot breath. Izuku didn't realize that he was crying until he tasted his salty tears on his tongue. He leaned his head back and keened loudly, thrusting his hips up as much as he could while wearing a seatbelt.

"Baby?" You asked, looking into the rear-view mirror. "Hold in there Izu, we'll be home in a few more minutes."

Midoriya nodded silently with watery eyes, biting back a moan at the nickname you called him. You were so... good to him, he thought. Always making sure he's ok, calling him cute things, sucking his d—, "oh shit," Izuku squeaked quietly, leaning forward suddenly and rutting his hips up.

"Izu, look at me ok?" You said, watching him through the mirror again. He met your gaze with almost a pained face, letting out short breath-moans. "You're doing so good, it's ok. You can let everything out."

At your words Izuku leaned back again and lifted his hips, opening his mouth in a silent groan. His green hair stuck to his forehead like glue, and saliva gathered in his gaping mouth. "Yes, y/n, fuck. So. Good. Hnngh, you're so— god you're so fucking pretty," he fisted his cock like his life depended on it, lewd sounds rolling off his tongue. He choked on his saliva as he came, splurts of cum landing on his hero costume.

"Feel better, Izu?" You asked, but Izuku was already on his second round. The cum frothed around his cock, squelching noises filling the car. You squirmed in your seat at the uncomfortable amount of slick that coated your underwear, trying to focus on the road.

"More..." Izuku mumbled, "need more— ah~ need more of you, y/n," his pants were fogging up the back windows, and he lazily drew a happy face on one. You rolled your eyes playfully at him.

"We'll be home soon, baby. Hold on a bit longer for me, ok?" You instructed, hoping that your 'bedroom' tone would make him listen.

Izuku whimpered as he nodded along to your words, still desperately fisting his cock. It was hard to not look at him with how utterly wrecked he looked; eyes rolling back, soft chanting of your name leaving his lips. His cheeks were glowing a pretty rouge once you took another peak at him through your mirror. When you finally parked the car in the driveway, Izuku was still babbling nonsense as he rutted into his hand. His trance broke once he saw your hand go in front of his face, and he moaned pathetically at the thought of you giving him a handjob.

You made sure to wipe the cum off of your boyfriend's suit, careful to tuck his hard cock back into his pants. He whined in complaint, but once you said something about snoopy people and their cameras he 'sobered up' and put on his best facade to seem completely normal and fine. Izuku held his briefcase over his crotch, trying to look childish as he carried it to the front door to avoid suspicion from the possibility of prying eyes.

As soon as the pine-haired man entered the house, he fell to his knees, humping his forearm that was pressed to his clothed cock. He moaned in need, not noticing when you began to take off his hero gear. Izuku shuttered when you took off his belt, trying his best not to beg for you to touch his twitching cock.

"P-pleeease,~" he whined when his self control faltered. "Y/n, I can't— I can't! I need it!"

"Need what, Izu?" You leaned down to peer at him. "You have to tell me what you need."

"T-touch me," Izuku's small voice whispered as he started grinding harder against his forearm.

"Let's get you in the bath, baby," you ran your fingers through his hair, "once I clean you up I'll make sure you feel good."

He huffed in protest, but followed you nonetheless, scrambling to stand up. You helped him sit on the countertop, filling the bath with lukewarm soapy water. You examined the bubble bath soap that you had, and went with the scentless option as to not overload your poor horny boyfriend. You heard Izuku whine as you bent down to add the soap, and you could feel his hot gaze on you.

"Y/n," he whimpered. You turned back to look at him, and quirked an eyebrow when you watched him tumble out of his tank top and spandex boxers. You helped him out of his clothes and guided him into the bath.

Izuku watched with heavy eyes as you soaped up the loofah in your hands, biting his lip in anticipation for you to finally touch him, even if it was not exactly with your hands. He gasped when you scrubbed his chest, washing the sweat off his body, and accidentally rubbing his nipples. Izuku choked out a moan and threw his head back, gripping his thighs to keep himself sane. He begrudgingly lifted his arms so you could wash those as well.

"You're doing so good, 'Zuku," you reassured as you poured water over his sweaty green locks, dumping some on his face too.

Midoriya choked on the water as he groaned. Your fingertips massaged shampoo in his hair, gently pulling and rubbing his scalp. He gasped when you massaged the hair on the base of his neck and lurched his hips up, making the water in the tub slosh around. Your boyfriend heaved whiny breaths as you continued to wash him, and he was trying not to squirm from how you were touching him. Izuku let out a pathetic cry when you washed his thighs, and his hands wandered up his chest to pinch his nipples. Tears formed in his eyes as his erection bounced onto his stomach at the amount of desperation he was in, and he was silently sobbing when you finally unplugged the bathtub.

"Shh, shh, Izu. It's ok, we're all done here, let's get to the bed now," you helped up a shaky Izuku from the bath and wrapped a fluffy All Might towel over his trembling body. You laid him down gently and kissed his forehead.

"Please," he heaved in almost a panic, "please touch me! I can't take it!"

You threw off your shirt as quickly as you could, and you sat between his legs. Izuku's eyes were closed tightly, and his cheeks were stained with cold tears. He whined out a huff once you finally gripped the base of his cock and jerked up, firmly fisting him in your hand. You dragged your palm over his almost purple glans, gathering his pre-cum to use as lube.

Izuku yowled and gulped down the saliva that he was producing, arching his back in need. He silently urged you to go faster, harder, but was too breathless to. He sobbed when you did just that, and he sucked in harsh breaths into his poor lungs.

"Cumming!" His head flew back on his pillow and he whined loudly. "Y/n it's so good, oh fu-ck~."

Your eyes widened as you pumped him through what you believed to be his third orgasm, marvelling at how much cum came out to land on his stomach and chest. You slowed down and gave your boyfriend a sloppy kiss.

Izuku complained when he felt you dip off the bed, upset that you weren't blessing him with overstimulation. His neck lulled to the side and watched you pull out a few toys. He felt his dick leap when he saw you take out a powerful vibrator, along with the ring attachment. Midoriya took a shaky hand and smeared his fingers with his cum, watching it drip down his cock. He fisted himself before you came back over and swatted his hand away.

"Let me take care of you, hon," you fretted, plugging the toy into the wall. You quickly rid yourself of the rest of your clothes before scooting forwards.

A shiver ran throughout Izuku's body when you switched it on. You carefully dragged it over his glans, watching him writhe beneath you.

"Oh fuck," he huffed in satisfaction when you slipped the lubed ring over his still aching cock, and he gripped the sheets under him.

"Your balls are so puffy, 'Zuku," you purred. "Lots of cum in there, hmm?"

"Yes, yes so much. So much— please get it out!" Izuku begged. His eyes rolled back when you switched up the vibration.

"Don't worry baby," you cooed. "I'll get it all out for you."

Midoriya's eyes widened when he felt your hot, wet tongue lap at the tip of his cock, and he moaned deeply. With the mix of his cum and your spit, his dick was easily sliding with the toy.

Dragging down the silicone ring to the base of his cock, you wrapped your lips around his glans and sucked greedily, trying to milk him once again. You thought you heard Izuku crying from pleasure again, so you sucked a bit harder.

"Hah!~" the man huffed, struggling to stay still. His hips uncontrollably rutted upwards into the warm cavern of your mouth and a harsh groan ripped from his throat.

Izuku's legs began to shake when you flicked up the vibration to the highest setting, and if he wasn't out of his mind, he would've been extremely embarrassed at the shriek he let out. He huffed for breath as his back arched and his head was thrown to the pillows.

"Ghgh," Izuku let out a strangled groan. He fisted the sheets harshly and he floundered against the bed, feeling as though he was sinking into the sheets with what he was experiencing. "Gagh! Oh! Oh, y/n pleasepleasepleeeeaseee~," Izuku was full on sobbing now, begging frantically that he had to cum.

"'Zuku, cum for me ok? Cum all over your chest, baby. I'll lick it all up," you encouraged, keeping up your pace.

"Thank you! Oh- th-thank— AHGnm," Izuku growled, body tingling all over and shaking fiercely.

You quickly turned off the vibrator and pulled it off of his still hard cock. Midoriya watched almost cross-eyed as you licked stripes up his belly to the valley between his pecks, slurping up his cum lewdly. You met his gaze and smiled at him, leaning up for a kiss. Izuku groaned at the taste of him on your tongue and he bucked his hips up, already silently begging for more.

"Jeez 'Zuku, how much you got in there?" You asked in awe, slowly pumping his still hard cock.

"Mm, dunno," he mumbled, "doctor said the quirk'll make me produce lots."

"I don't know if I should keep going, baby..." you hesitated, slowing your movements.

"No!" Izuku keened, "no, please no! Keep going please, y/n."

You grabbed Izuku's fleshlight from the side drawer and angled his cock to fit into the silicone. You shushed your boyfriend as he whined, slowly dragging the toy up and down his length.

"Gonna sit on your face now, yeah? That alright?" You cooed, batting your eyelashes at Izuku.

"Yes!" He groaned, laying his head back on his pillow in preparation.

You switched positions so your thighs were on either side of Izuku's skull. His hands crept up and held you steady, already lapping and sucking at your clit. You sunk the fleshlight down on his cock again and you shivered at the whine he let out. You ground your hips against his face as you slowly pumped the toy. It was harder for you to focus on your boyfriend's pleasure when his lips were wrapped around your clit, his face buried between your legs. You managed to keep your movements steady for the most part and after Izuku came again, you kept going at that same pace.

"Mmph fmmph phmo fmmd," the man beneath you moaned. He picked up his pace and you gasped, your strokes faltering.

"Fuck, 'Zuku," you groaned. Your head flew back and your mouth opened wide. "Shit, baby."

"Myhp bmph," Izuku pulled back to suck in a breath. "Y/n, touch my balls, please, pleaseplease."

You did, lying yourself fully on your boyfriend and reaching your unoccupied hand to caress his still puffy sack. A deep groan rumbled in his throat, and he continued to feverishly eat you out. Tonguing at his thighs/pelvis, you sucked gently on his skin, kissing over the faint marks. You weren't quite sure, but you thought you felt Izuku's tears on your thighs; his moans getting steadily louder.

"You close, baby?" You panted on his skin, picking up your pace.

"Mhm," Izuku answered.

"Such a good boy, letting me milk him while making me feel good," you purred. Your breath was ragged and you felt your stomach twist in pleasure as Izuku whined on your heat. "Go on and cum for me, 'Zuku."

Izuku's hips bucked slightly into your pumps, and you saw more cum leak out of the bottom of the fleshlight. You slowed to a stop and pulled the toy off of him, groaning when you saw two orgasms worth of cum leak out of the toy. Letting the toy fall, you gripped Izuku's thighs for support as you swivelled your hips on his face.

"Fuck, 'm close baby. Make me cum, ok?" You gasped as your boyfriend honed in on your clit, moaning unintelligible praise against your folds.

Your grip tightened and you rolled your head back, moaning loudly as you felt yourself fall over the edge. Your legs shook as you came, and you heaved for breath. Izuku slowed and didn't stop until you lifted yourself off of him.

"Th-thank you," Izuku licked his lips, your slick covering his chin.

"We have to clean up now, 'Zuku," you cooed, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

"N-no!" Izuku whined, jutting his lip out. "Wan-wanna be in you. Want you on top of me."

"Ok Izuku," you sighed, cupping his cheek. "But after this, I'm cleaning up and then you have to go to sleep. Alright?"

"Yes!" He nodded frantically.

Izuku watched curiously as you rummaged around in the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom.

"Wait- we haven't used one of those in ages. Aren't you on birth control?" The man asked as you rolled on the latex.

"Babe, you're under the influence of a quirk. I don't know what type of shit that chick did to your semen," you refrained from saying anything about you getting pregnant in fear that it would light a fire within him.

He nodded shakily, grinning dumbly as you hovered over him. A whimper left his lips as you rubbed him through your folds, making his cock slick with your arousal. He gasped as you sat down on him, his cock slipping in with ease. A moan rumbled in Izuku's throat once you started to roll and buck your hips.

"Sh-shit," Izuku squeaked, pulling his hand up to bite his fist. His other hand laid on your hip, occasionally tightening his hold when you moved a certain way. "You feel so good, baby. Feels s'good when you bounce on my dick."

Izuku took his fist out of his mouth and used a shaky hand to rub tight circles on your clit. Even if he was delirious, he still had the mind to make you feel good too.

The expressions on your boyfriend's face made your core tighten in excitement. The way he reacted to every little thing was making you go insane. Every rut of your hips, every breath you let out, was overwhelming him.

"Pleasepleaseplease cum," Izuku whimpered, "need you to cum, y/n. Want you to cum before me."

You watched as tears formed in his eyes and you moaned throatily. Your nails dug into his chest as your face contorted in pleasure, letting the tingling of your toes travel up your body.

"Oh fuck, Izuku," you cried, "close! Oh my god fuck— I love you so much Izu."

Midoriya couldn't control the whole body shiver he had as he came, your walls squeezing him rhythmically as you came immediately after him.

"So good," Izuku whined. "Want one more..."

"No no, baby," you cooed as you cleaned him up with baby wipes. "Remember, I said that was the last one. Now I'll get you a warm cloth and some water, ok? And then we can have a nap."

"Ok," Izuku huffed dejectedly.

He didn't notice when you left, but you came back into the room holding a sports water bottle and a cloth.

"You did so good baby," you said softly. "Hopefully you'll feel better when you wake up."

"Mhm," Izuku hummed absentmindedly, squirting water down his throat.

Midoriya struggled to get his sweatpants on so you dressed him in comfy clothes, and laid him back down. You got his fuzzy AllMight blanket and wrapped it around him.

"Good?" You asked as you lay down.

"Yeah," he mumbled into the blanket. "Thank you, y/n."

He snuggled closer to you and fell asleep rather quickly, leaving you to slowly doze off into a light nap as your boyfriend clutched onto your side.

[chiwhorei]

gun bunny

pairing: mafia!s. aizawa x fem!reader

genre: mafia!au, quirkless!au, smut- 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.5k

warning: somnophilia, voyeurism, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted assault, mentions of blood, mentions of guns and knives, degradation, age-gap (reader is 19 and aizawa is 31), spitting

a/n: hello! this is my contribution to the smut pile mafia!server collab, this is both my first smut pile collab (this is so late i am so sorry sksksksk) and my first full-length bnha piece, be sure to check out everyone else’s amazing work here! thank you to @10millionyearsdungeon and @messwriting for your constant support while i trudged through sad pal hours for a fucking month and crawled out of the pits of writer’s block

hymns: hayloft by - mother mother, i’m on fire - awolnation cover

Blood pours over decades like syrup, the tinny-sweet smell was distinct but all too familiar. A muffled gun’s buzzing frames 19 years of life. The barrel feels cool, sitting precariously by the highest angle of your cheekbone.

“I told you not to cause trouble, brat. Now I have to clean up your little mess.”

Aizawa’s body is tall and broad above you, holding you against him with a protective grip on the small of your back. Every word is sneering, punctuated with a growl-- you feel it reverberate against his chest.

The bullet is resounding even through the silencer; a deafening sound, final bell tolling next to smeared streaks of mascara.

Aizawa Shouta has always been around-- whether bringing your dad a hefty stack of reports to thumb through or loosening his tie in the parlor and toasting him to another job well done. A carousel of chauffeurs and bodyguards encircle you, but all are nameless faces except for the man that can make people disappear in an instant: Eraser.

Otsuka y/n, the only daughter of the most powerful man in Japan, is a weighty title against your shoulders. Your father’s reputation has cradled you for almost two decades, keeping you draped in fur and balancing on red-bottoms. He has more money, more power than God. To most of your father’s inner circle, you are the dutiful, angelic heiress to his blood-soaked empire. You play the part well enough, polite, temperate- your hands are painted red in culpability, but perfectly manicured.

Your father’s business isn’t a secret, no matter his attempts to shield you over the years. There’s only so many nights spent humming to the tune of cracking skulls in the next room before “investments in oil” starts to lose its validity. Whenever you ask him, he pats your head, smoothing stray strands of hair, “I do it all for you, bunny. Everything is for you.”

You decide not to think about rouge splatters of blood and bruises against his knuckles, ignoring the clicking of a loading gun before he leaves for the office.

It’s better this way.

“You can’t be serious, Otsuka.” Aizawa paces across the hardwood, heel to toe with Italian leather from one large bookshelf to the other. A familiar habit, you’ve seen the contemplative marching before and know it to mean one thing: Aizawa is pissed.

“Have you ever known me to joke around? Especially with y/n?” Your father’s elbows hit the table in front of him, the jagged scars lining his face seem even more intimidating when coupled with a harshly set frown. You perch on the side of his large desk, swinging your feet lightly.

“Oh daddy, I’m not a child. I don’t need Eraser to babysit me.” You huff, crossing your arms and providing a pout to your father’s hard expression. You hear the mumbled, “Don’t call me that,” from behind you, but decide against a response.

“He’s going to look after you while I’m in Musutafu. I have to handle some…” he trails off slightly, one of his hands coming up to rub against his bald head, “noncompliance, but I shouldn’t be gone for more than a few days.” His disfigured fingers curling around yours, you look up to meet his eye, “Be a good girl, bunny.”

You give your father’s temple a kiss, pulling back to smile sweetly. Your next words have Aizawa snorting, rolling his eyes far enough into his skull to be painful.

“I always am.”

A bend downwards at the hips frames your ass perfectly, the lace of your panties curls around your pussy tightly, hooking against the lips and showcasing your soft skin. Questions swirl in the bowl of cereal in front of him, all but forgotten as soon as a cup“fell” from your fingers and clattered to the floor. The taste, the smell, the feeling of--

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Aizawa is ripped from the reprehensible desires of his senses to meet your eyes, your form still folded over on itself and displayed for Aizawa in the otherwise empty kitchen. You giggle at his scowl, snapping back up and smoothing out your skirt. Aizawa bites down on the spoon in between his teeth, he swears he can feel his teeth cracking. Better his canines than his will.

This only marks the beginning of a long week for your father’s right-hand man. The proceeding days turn to nights at a snail's pace. The past week has been inching towards disaster with every minute of alone time you could steal with Aizawa.

“Eraser, what are you doing up so late.” Your voice curls around his shoulder, the whine tugging him towards your open bedroom door. It’s late, far too late for you to be up to anything good.

You always like to push your luck, playing a game you know Aizawa won’t let himself win. Pressing firmly against the line but never pointing your heel across. Maintaining your immunity, feigning innocence behind a soft pout. Your appointed guardian isn’t fooled by any honeyed façade you build around his associates. He knows what you are at the core.

He tries to shake off your pull, but the way your voice lilts against the long hallway is magnetic. The past few nights have been the same song and dance, your disarming call to him as he trudges to one of the many guest bedrooms. Every night he gets closer, heavy feet and tense nerves guiding him towards your warm voice. He’s weathering a sea, you’re the siren hell-bent on his drowning.

“I told you not to call me that, little girl.” His response to your wanton call is shallow, the nickname is one he hates the sound of, especially rolling past your lips.

“Do you like what you see?”

Aizawa’s brows set harshly as he looks on to where you lie nestled in pillows and silk. You have nothing but a loose, light pink camisole to cover your body, cotton panties pulled down to your ankles with shameless intent. Your legs are spread wide for your viewer’s pleasure, two fingers brush against your lips, dragging lazily- up and back down.

Aizawa knows what you really are, a petulant brat.

You pull at the soft skin, spreading yourself to unveil the tight, clenching hole. He leans his shoulder against the jam, eyes drinking you in where his body shamefully wishes to be. The groan aching deeply in his chest is not lost on you as your other hand pulls the hem of your shirt upwards to catch in between your teeth.

The soft plush of your breasts bounces slightly, nipples peeking out from the folds of fabric, now fully exposed to the inky-black stare of your voyeur. There’s nothing left to his imagination now, the question that haunts sleepless nights, palming a large hand up and down his cock and imagining something softer and smaller. The picture of what his boss’s precious daughter would look like squirming under him becoming clearer beyond all reason.

Aizawa should turn heel and walk away, he should slam your bedroom door shut and count the days until your father’s return with a measured distance. He should walk away. He should-

A soft whimper drags him from contemplation and back to the writhing succubus center stage. Your fingers move quickly against your aching clit, drawing out babbled pleas to hit harshly against the tall, brooding presence at your door.

“I’ve had about enough of your games, bunny. Your father tasked me to keep you out of trouble, but you are the trouble.” Aizawa’s words hit your ears mockingly, but they sound more like an invitation than a warning, especially as his body inches forward, breaching the threshold of your bedroom inch by inch.

Two fingers slip past your lips, pushing in and drawing back slicked with arousal. You repeat the action, slowly, ensuring the boring set of eyes are trained on where you clench desperately; wanting to put on a good show with your bodyguard in the front row.

Aizawa’s head is swimming, dizzy and drunk. He wants to tear you apart, to lay claim to the twitching prize between your legs. If you struggle around two of your own much smaller fingers, it would be nearly impossible to wrap you around his thick cock.

That is, not without breaking you.

The heated pants escaping you pick up in canter, your audience winding a tight cord with his presence alone. Aizawa is unrelenting in his deep, unblinking stare, stepping towards your bed slowly. Once his body is looming over you, the coil in your stomach has turned into a hair pinned trigger.

“Such a messy little slut. Getting off to the attention aren’t you?” You’re rendered dumb at his comment, Aizawa barely has to press his thumb into your chin before your mouth hangs open. You look up with glassy eyes, fingers sore from working against your pussy, chasing a high you can only imagine how fast Aizawa could steal from you. His expression is as neutral as always, but the despondency doesn’t quite shadow the fire burning in his eyes. You watch him lean forward slightly, a string of saliva falling downward to land against your tongue. His spit feels hot, you can taste the remnants of cigar and mint gum as you swallow.

You come undone in a litany of cries, pleading with your captor. His hold is passive as he looks at you, watching you cum against your fingers, the squelching sounds make his mouth dry. The only source of hydration is at the apex of your thighs. Visions flash before his eyes, images of what the curve of your breasts look like as he’s buried tongue deep, lapping you up post-orgasm and pushing you over once more for good measure.

Aizawa retreats, lest he pulls you against his mouth while your cunt is still pulsating, he needs to escape before your knees are pressed to your shoulders. He slams your door closed harshly, leaving you with the taste of his contempt for you on your bottom lip.

You’re quick to sleep, body falling into the warmth of unconsciousness coupled with dreams of what a certain set of fingers would feel like against you. How the scars and calluses would brush against your most intimate inches of spongy flesh, how he would stretch you.

You can almost feel the soreness in between your legs and the heavy slap of something against your stomach. You can almost remember the whispered confessional swimming in the back of your head, the soft grunts from above your sleeping form. As sunlight stretches across your sleep-stiff body, your hand trails down over your naked skin, maybe you aren’t the only one playing games this week.

You could have almost sworn you had gone to sleep with panties on.

The car ride to your father’s bar was filled with unflattering tension. You had protested in vain that going with Aizawa wasn’t necessary, but had been met with a dismissive, “I don’t trust you to behave.”

“I’m not a child, Eraser. I don’t see why I couldn’t just sit at home.” You wobble behind your escort, heeled boots clacking against the gravel.

As you enter the building, a young mop of violet hair flanks Aizawa down with a stack of papers. The man is nameless to you but is familiar enough to be assumed under your father’s thumb.

Aizawa looks over the document’s now held in front of him with care, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp dress shirt as his eyes scan the pages. You note the shimmering silvered skin of a scar under his left eye, pronounced by the harsh lighting surrounding you. His hair is held up partially by a tie, the loose strands framing his face.

“Are you listening to me, little girl?” You're snapped back from watching his mouth curling around syllables to actually make out what they’ve been saying.

“Go sit down, I’ll only be a few minutes.” You nod along and turn to perch at the bar, but stop at the grip pulling you back for one final order. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

Aizawa leaves you to stew in the subtle brush of his pointer finger against the tender skin of your wrist, he rubs the skin subtly before disappearing to the back rooms.

The minutes ticking by are agonizing. Aizawa, usually the epitome of brief, has been gone long enough for the condensation on your glass to mar the wood below it in countless ringlets. You twirl the straw against the strawberry liquor, willing time to crank by faster with the action. The drink in your veins isn’t nearly enough to get you drunk but does make the opening of the front door unnoticeable.

Your back is facing the heavy wood, unaware of the two strangers now approaching until the curdling sound of one man’s voice hits the shell of your ear.

“Well, well, look what we have here. Why don’t I buy you a drink, princess?” Each man steals one of your sides, enclosing you into a tight, predatory huddle.

“This is my bar. I don’t need you to buy me anything.” You try to shake off the nauseating feeling of their bodies so close to you, gut twisting uncomfortably as one man’s breath crawls across your shoulder blades. They’re both so close. Too close.

“Wow, this little kitty cat’s got some claws, don’t she?” You feel hands curl around each bicep, a bruising grip right below your armpits. Your body is hoisted up, your balance off at the jarring upheaval.

Possible escape routes flash across your mind but all seem impossible. Would trying to shake off the still faceless strangers even work? And even if you sprung free, would you make it to the back office before they caught up? Should you try to scream? Would Aizawa hear you?

Before you can make any moves, you feel the flat side of a knife at your collarbone. A chill rattles down your spine at the contact, two inches of metal keeping your entire body compliant.

Their intent is clear, you’ll be coming with them, and by the sharp point of a blade digging into the first layer of skin-- you’ll be coming quietly.

A mixture of shock and disbelief compels your body into compliance, dragging you to the front door and closer towards an awaiting trunk.

“Your carriage, princess.” You hear the shorter man on your right, his voice at your neck sounds waterlogged through the blood rushing in your ears. Any protests die at the knife against your skin, digging in shallowly and pricking a small trail of red along your clavicle.

A sharp snap sounds behind you, like a piece of thin wood under a heavy boot. One of your captors falls in a pile next to you. You’re turned around to meet a familiar pair of venomous, black eyes, Aizawa’s words roll from his tongue with a growl.

You’re pulled at the wrist, stumbling back into the strong chest of your appointed bodyguard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my bunny?”

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Work of Art

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader genre: smut. word count: 3.6k+ warnings: 18+. shibari. bondage. submissive bakugou. dominant reader. begging. praising. bakugou being a little bit of a brat?

anonymous requested: okay but what abt.. submissive bakugo👉👈 him being all bratty and shuts up when you deny him—

author’s note: ohhh boyyyy... submissive bakugou really got me writing more than 3k’s worth of filth haha, but i hope you enjoy! shoutout to my gals, rosie ( @shoutogepi​ ) & val ( @shoutodoki​ ) for indulging with me during our talks about sub bnha boys

“Hmm, I don’t see why you’re so against this,” your voice sounds out, and Bakugou immediately perceives the saccharine dripping upon every word, a lilt of a smile dancing on your colored lips, painted in a vivid rosy red pigment that only enhances your seduction. Despite how sweet you sound, he knows that underneath that layer of sugar lies a venom waiting to intoxicate him—ensnare his reasoning and leave him utterly vulnerable to your mischief. As in this moment, you embody every characteristic akin to a vixen, enveloped in the lacy fabric of your black lingerie.

Bakugou sits before you bound to a chair with an intricate network of cordage twined across his naked skin. The patterns and shapes knotted together contrast stunningly against his expanse of hard muscle—reminiscent of paint on canvas. And you tonight are the artist.

“You look so pretty, like a beautiful piece of art…” you say languidly. Each syllable uttered is drawn out in alluring breaths that somehow makes him feel hazy. He grits his teeth at how much that extra flair in your voice affects him, eyebrows narrowing tightly as he fidgets in his seat. His arms and wrists ache from just a simple wriggle, your meticulous work granting him no chance to get free.

“Ah-ah, you’re not gonna get out of this one,” you tease. Right as he opens his mouth for a snappy retort, the words are swooped from under him when your hands begin to trace his naked skin—starting from his thigh, up to his abs, and then landing to his chest, where you make a point to taunt him by dancing your fingertips there before bending down to meet his eyes. Your ruby red lips curve impishly at what you reduced him to. “You can try as much as you like, but I’ve tied the ropes this way so you can’t get free~ Don’t want you to spoil the fun after all,” you sing. Fully aware of your boyfriend’s strength built upon many years of arduous hero training alongside that powerful quirk of his, you made sure Pro Hero Ground Zero would not turn the tables on you in his haste for pleasure tonight.

Thus, his usual brash exterior dwindles in the face of your ministrations when you play with the rope a bit more. When he notices your eyes descend to his angry red cock that stands firm amid the knotwork surrounding it, his impatience builds. Bakugou wets his lips, finally ushering some words out from his dry throat.

“Fuck… Stop stalling already…” he tells you, voice borderline on a plea, but his remaining pride pushes the inflection back in hopes it resembles even a lick of his regular gruff tone. Your hums in reply don’t entail much, other than the fact you’re still prolonging his needs.

“Stalling? Who said I was stalling?” You feign ignorance before deciding to take a seat on him, straddling his thighs. “I just want to admire my work of art a bit more… I did a pretty good job—” your hand suddenly comes to his cock, fingers coaxing its hardness that makes his breath hitch, “don’t you think?”

For once, Bakugou’s scrounging for words at the sudden contact. He’s not used to being so speechless when it comes to passion in the bedroom with you. If anything—moaning and yelling aside—he regards himself the more vocal one between the two of you, his dirty talk and crude language a routine he always enacted to get you hot, bothered, and oh so ready for him. However, the shibari ropes braided across his body press a button that spurs him to be so… submissive.

God, him and “submissive” do not belong in the same sentence.

He thinks this, and yet the aesthetic arrangement on his skin emphasizes his sensuality and vulnerability, and it somehow makes arousal wholly envelop his cock.

“Well?” You bring him back to the situation at hand by thumbing over the slit of his length, slick with his pre-cum. The touch causes a groan to slip past his lips. “I asked you a question, Katsuki.” You stroke his length up and down for every word, stopping right at the end and leaving his cock weeping for more of your touch, strained by the rope.

“Ah, f-fuck—” He internally curses himself for the stutter. Glancing at you, he heeds the smirk that still hangs proudly on your red lips.

Boy, does he itch to wipe it off your face with bruising kisses and have wanton moans singing from them when he pounds you into the bed. To his dismay, however, that itch remains unreachable thanks to your painstakingly elaborate composition. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, this shibari shit you performed on him was executed with great attention to detail for him to be left so aroused and unable to break free in this damn chair. But would he ever say this to you out loud? Hell no. So he settles for defiance instead.

Bakugou looks you straight in the eye with a smug expression plastered on his face. “Hah, is this supposed to impress me? Seems like a bunch of amateur work to me, babe,” he scoffs boldly, earning a raised brow from you at his attitude despite the position he’s in. Perhaps he needs a reminder that no matter how much he squirms, he isn’t getting a sliver of authority tonight.

“Is that so?” You jab, finger looping around the cordage tied across his collarbones to pull him forward in his chair. His face is so close to yours; he can feel your breath on his lips and smell the enticing fragrance of your perfume. It’s an off-beat mix of rose and jasmine that gets his blood pumping from just a whiff. “I don’t think you truly understand the position you’re in right now, Suki,” you muse sensually, lips tugging back into a smirk that has him second-guessing his actions, “I just need to remind you then.”

At that, your hand immediately falls to his cock, stout and weepy with pre-cum, capturing Bakugou’s attention. He groans wantonly while you stroke it. Dropping to your knees, you watch as your ministrations evoke bliss into his cock from below. You can tell without even glancing at him that he’s biting his tongue to suppress his obscene noises. However, the increasing volume in his voice betrays him.

“Agh, fucking goddd—” he drawls beneath his breath when you decide to pick up the pace with your hand, applying the right amount of pressure that had his walls slowly cracking in front of you. The strain on his body from the ropes heightens his lust. Bakugou tugs on the restraints in the fit of pleasure building inside him.

“Hm well look at that. You were so bold before, but now look at you—” Your other hand goes to fondle his balls, the extra sensation making him buck in his seat, “a hard, aching mess at my touch, isn’t that right?”

“Ugh, if you—fuck—think I’m going to give in— Haaahhh...” His words are a jumbled mess. Bakugou leans against his seat, tossing his head back while involuntarily rocking his hips into your hand.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you over your moaning and groaning,” you mock, watching his brows knit together at the lust consuming his being. His panting comes out ragged while he gasps for air, thighs flexing at the fire coursing through his body that teeters on a tightrope. However, before he can reach his high, the sensations are ripped away when you quickly remove your digits from him, recognizing his imminent release.

Bakugou shoots his eyes open. A sharp shift in his seat has the chair’s legs scraping against the floor. “What the hell?!” he growls, practically snarling the words out. There’s a wave of anger heard in his tone that you don’t take a liking to. You wag your finger.

“That’s no way to talk, Katsuki.”

“I don’t give a fuck! I was so damn close to cumming! Why the hell did you stop?!” Bakugou yells vehemently with a pierce in his red eyes. You run your hands on his thighs as you lean up to return the look.

“Y’know if you’re going to act like this—act like a brat—I might as well just leave you here and not let you cum at all tonight, hm?” you threaten, and the notion brings his temper to an immediate silence. The idea of you keeping him bound to this chair while his cock cries for release is enough to diminish his poise. He sinks in his seat submissively when you inch closer, eyeing the bright red of your painted lips that curls salaciously with each word you utter to him.

“But if you behave, sit here obediently, and continue looking all pretty for me, I might let you cum. How’s that sound?” you offer.

He bites his lip. It’s like he’s making a deal with a succubus right now, that damn voice of yours coaxing him.

“F-Fine…” he manages to answer. You smile at his compliance before placing a kiss on his cheek. You’re granted a glimpse of the faint, red imprint left on his skin thanks to your lipstick when you detach from him. Almost as if you’ve marked him as yours.

“Good boy.” The praise sends a shiver down his spine as you whisper it into his ear. He watches you descend onto your knees again, gazing at his cock like you’re about to pounce. And god, does he wish you would just do it already, but instead, you choose to prolong him some more and glance at him.

“Now… what do you want me to do to you?”

Really? Did you have to ask this? Bakugou furrows his brows at how you play cloy. “Argh, you already know—”

“I want to hear it from you though,” you interject, leaning forward and running a finger along a prominent vein on the side. His pretty cock twitches at your touch. “Use your words and tell me all the things you want me to do to you, ’Suki.”

Before he can bite his tongue, his mind is already one step ahead of him, blurting out his thoughts shamelessly. “God, I want to be in your mouth. I want you to suck my dick and let me cum in your throat. And then I want you to get up here, ride me to oblivion, and let me paint your pussy so fucking white. Please please please—” He adds in his pleas for good measure, the desire to climax overpowering his pride in the heat of the moment that feeds your ego.

The word “please” has never sounded so dulcet coming out of that usually vulgar mouth of his. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki was capable of begging so well? It’d be an absolute shame not to reward him for his good behavior.

You lick your lips. “There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Then you begin acting on his wishes, your tongue making contact with his hard cock, gradually running up the side until you reach the head. Swirling against the tip causes a growl to bellow from his throat, jerking forward when you wrap your lips around the entire head. He watches with lidded eyes as your lipstick begins smearing across his dick, sucking him in like that.

His moans sound frenzied the more his cock inches into your warm cavern. The sounds encourage you to eagerly bob your head up and down his length with your spit collecting in the back of your throat. You adore the way his cock feels in your mouth, so heavy and thick, and especially love the fact that your controlled pace has your man reeling with pleasure, finally letting his unabashed whimpers out. You savor every little sound like it’s your favorite song on repeat, which it might as well be from how slick gathers at your cunt listening to them.

“Shit! Baby, please don’t fucking stop!” he begs, head tossed behind him as you moan your response into his dick, picking up speed. Your hand pumps his shaft a few more times until you bring it down to your panties to move the material aside and rub your clit. The contact sends a tingle through your body that urges you to bottom his cock into your mouth. Feeling your wetness enveloping his cock gratifies every nerve in his body until it ultimately leaves him undone.

”Agh! Sh-Shit—!” he curses, his climax peaking as his white cum spurts inside your throat. You make sure to swallow every last drop, tasting his delicious cream on your tongue as you detach from him with a lewd pop.

Bakugou is still catching his breath by the time you happily wipe your mouth of your excess spit and any lingering drops of his delectable seed, his chest heaving in and out with the red rope flexing at his every movement. A haze clouds his vision from the intensity of his orgasm, but he’s at least able to see you standing before him—lipstick now messy but that mischief in your eyes persisting.

“Sukiiii~ You’re absolutely gorgeous like this—tied up, sweaty, and gasping for air just because of me,” you praise.

“B-Baby…” Bakugou’s tone somehow rings higher than usual. Your eyebrows perk up, the wetness at your core saturating through your panties hearing the shameless little whine.

“Kiss me… please…”

Well, since you asked so nicely…

You straddle his thighs and bring your lips to his own, letting him taste the bittersweetness of his cum from your tongues fervently melding against each other. Soon the makeout session comes to a halt with a quick peck on his lips. He peers into your glimmering expression with an insatiable need, struggling in his bonds as his cock hardens once more at your proximity—skin so warm against him. But your lingerie still obscures him from your real treasures. He wants to rip it off you already.

“Can I get out this damn thing yet?” he asks, quiet yet impatient. You shake your head.

“’Fraid not, Katsuki, I still need to ‘ride you to oblivion,’ remember?” you quote him.

Crap. He does. And surprisingly, there are no objections when you remind him. His silence amid your established authority doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you grin devilishly at how pliant he’s become throughout the night.

As if you’ve read his mind, your hand finds the clasp fastened on your back. “Since you’ve been such a good boy for me—” a simple flick of your wrist undoes the grip holding your bra together, “I’ll reward you for the rest of the night.” On cue, the skimpy garment glides down your shoulders.

Tossing the bra into the void of the bedroom, you can’t help the giggle that bubbles from your lips at Bakugou’s widened eyes aimed at your tits bared before him. He absentmindedly shifts in a vain attempt to lift his hands and grab your mounds, forgetting the rope bound on his arms behind his back prevents him from touching your soft, naked skin.

“Aw, you want to touch my tits?” you chide. Bakugou grunts in response, and you’re amused by the way he turns his head bashfully as if you miss the subtle blush dusting his cheeks. Such a cute little act.

Cupping your hand under his jaw brings his attention back to you. You nudge him so he faces you again, not allowing his eyes to gander anywhere else but on your own.

“I’ll let you do a little bit more than touch…” Your thumb lightly brushes his lower lip, pulling it down ever so slightly, and he realizes what you want him to do.

And boy, is he eager to abide by your desires.

Opening his mouth, he doesn’t hesitate to latch onto your right nipple immediately, tongue poking out around the bud. You hum in content at how passionately he licks and sucks, petting the back of his head and brushing your fingers through his soft blonde hair to encourage him along.

“Ooooh… That’s it Suki… You’re doing so well, sucking on my nipple like that,” you moan as Bakugou moves over to your left breast, giving its twin the same amount of attention. He groans between licks, flattening his tongue and drawing out the sound erotically against your skin. It spurs you to grind your clothed pussy on his erection, earning you his hisses between tugging your nub into his mouth.

In the meantime, your other hand, not caressing his locks, stumbles upon your wetness seeping past your intimates, practically soaking through onto his dick. A few strokes of your fingertips beneath your panties gathers your gossamer-like slick that interlaces your digits together in a web. You tear Bakugou off your bud to hover your glossy fingers in front of him. Right away, he begins diligently licking away at the slippery sheen, moans lewdly vibrating deep in his throat with each swipe of his tongue.

“How do I taste?”

“So fucking good. Shit, I want more,” he says. You grin, flattered by his enthusiasm to devour more of your essence. However, you’d have to put that on hold for another time.

“Hm, not tonight, I’m afraid. I need you inside me right this second.” Your words have pure anticipation sparking through his body. He stares attentively as you lift yourself over the head of his cock, aligning his length into your soaked hole, panties pushed to the side.

“Arghhh…” Bakugou hisses between gritted teeth when the first inch enters, fists clenched around nothing at how tightly you’re squeezing him. Your whimpers accompany him as you adjust to his well-endowed size, a pleasant burn seizing you. Heat sprouts in your abdomen the more you descend on Bakugou’s firm, aching cock, eventually bottoming out with a long sigh.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn fucking tight—”

If your mouth feels good, then your pussy is practically heaven, inducing him in hot, tight bliss when you start bouncing up and down.

“Ah, Suki, your cock is so big… so hard…Mmph, I love how it fills me up!” you sing, arms wound around his neck, tits pressing against his chest. Having to sit back with nothing to leverage him amid your silky walls pressing around his cock, bursts of mini-explosions crackle in his palms. A musky scent of burnt caramel suddenly invades your senses, making your cunt clench tighter. Bakugou curses at how you hug his length.

“Fuck! Baby, I want you to ride my cock faster! Make me cum so damn hard that I feel it for weeks!”

Even when taking on a submissive role, Bakugou’s dirty talk never ceases to rile you up. You nod in reply, thighs flexed while your tempo on his cock increases to the point where it ensnares both of you in the throes of pleasure. Unable to do much except allow you to work yourself on and off him, he settles for leaning in and capturing your lips, which you respond to earnestly by parting your mouth to let your tongues dance again. A few particular hard drops later cause him to detach himself from you to groan out loudly.

The echo of your skins making firm contact against each other fogs his thoughts. His eyes are half-lidded when they gaze at you. You giggle at his expression—shrouded in pure bliss from his blanketed red eyes to his tongue peeking out of his lips. Caressing his jawline, you tilt his head up.

“Whose good boy are you?” you ask. It takes a second for him to answer.

“Y-Yours…”

You pry on, not letting up for even a second in your bouncing, “Who made you a pretty work of art tonight?”

“You! Fuck, you did!” he cries out, head tossed to the side that grants you access to the beautiful expanse of his neck. Your mouth finds his skin, kisses ascending until you reach the junction below his cut jawline as he continues reeling at the sensations building inside him.

“That’s right, Suki. So good, so obedient. I think it’s time I let you cum, yeah? Let you fill my little hole up with all your creamy white goodness…”

Your pace escalates quickly, not granting a relief of pause until you both begin arriving on the cusp of release.

“Fuckfuckfuck!! C-Cumming—!” Bakugou yells out, your grappling walls milking his twitching cock that surges into his climax. As promised, his cum coats your insides wholly white, stuffing you to the brim that has the heat inside you lurching. It’s right after the apex of his pleasure that your pussy spasms around him, body trembling, and toes curled as you peak into your high. He licks at your nipple arched in front of his face while your cries fill the space of the room.

By the time the two of you settle down in the aftermath of your euphorias, you’re both sweaty, panting messes. Bakugou more so as his head rests against your shoulder, allowing you to pet his hair between your fingers and comfort the tremors still racking through him.

“You did so so well, Katsuki. I’m very proud of you.” You lay a sweet kiss on his temple. Your praises manage to elicit a content hum from his lips while he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Before you can get up and remove the tight ropes still lining his upper body, Bakugou suddenly lifts his head and meets your eyes, a tired yet devious expression painted on his face.

“Next time, we should tie you up in these things.”

[kechiwrites]

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ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

miguel o’hara (spiderman 2099)

quick study

      summary: geneticist miguel o'hara x obsessed lab tech!reader

[pt. 2 wip]

werewolf!miguel drabbles

CALL OF DUTY: MWII

simon “ghost” riley

ghost x medic reader

i: it’s not his fault you’re a brat...

ii: ghost visits his favourite medic, indecency ensues

iii: ghost demands an apology (request)

iv: not quite heart shaped, valentines special

v: choking hazard, thanksgiving special

toxic ex!ghost x reader

baby blue masterlist

erotica writer ghost x fan reader

captain john price

request: captain price says goodbye the best way he knows how

request: captain price returns from deployment [wip]

johnny “soap” mctavish

request/kinktober: soap helps you get back at your ex

könig

gentle touch (kinktober 2023)

      summary: konig x massage therapist!reader

request: more of könig whimpering

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

steve rogers

final girl [dark] (kinktober 2022)

   summary: for steve, you are a very special victim property lines [dark] (kinktober 2023)

   summary: it’s hard to turn down a suburban god.

ari levinson

are you still watching? (kinktober 2022) [wip]

  summary: you and ari make the most of your movie dates

DC COMICS

bruce wayne

sneaking suspicion [wip]

    summary: your ultra rich boyfriend takes you shopping to apologize. again.

HAIKYUU!!

wakatoshi ushijima

approval series (smut pile mafia au collab fic)

       summary: “Toshi’s hands linger on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing up and down the side of your throat and you think, you hope to God he will kiss you and press his forehead against yours like he does when you’re alone and he’s content and comfortable and pliable under your fingers. But he doesn’t kiss you.”

pt. 1

pt. 2

koutaro bokuto

bokuto + dirty talk

       summary: bokuto is just not great at dirty talk, he excels at other things.

atsumu miya

“car bro” atsumu drabble

        summary: “car bro atsumu who’s not your boyfriend, but not not your boyfriend”

don’t make me say it (kinktober 2022)

      summary: it’s not your fault osamu is the better twin, atsumu just rubs you the wrong fucking way. enemies with benefits college au.

mixed seeds (group hcs)

fave hq men + what they call their dicks during dirty talk

hq men as sugar daddies [wip]

hq men as frenemies with benefits [wip]

JUJUTSU KAISEN

kento nanami

diligence (kinktober 2022)

     summary: kento takes careful note of what you like, just in case you want repeat performances

tepid (kinktober 2023)     summary: nanami kento x escort!reader

ryomen sukuna

pedagogy

   summary: best friend’s brother!sukuna takes advantage of yuuji’s tutoring sessions.

BNHA

enji todoroki | endeavor

asphodel (hades!enji + persephone!reader)

      summary: “I was joyfully gathering the flowers, and then the earth beneath me gave way, and there it was that he sprang out, the powerful lord who receives many guests.”

sweet dreams (succubus!reader)

      summary: no synopsis, just hungry succubus y/n looking for a midnight snack

katsuki bakugo | ground zero

tension headache (ground zero + publicist!reader)

      summary: Being Ground Zero’s publicist comes with its own set of challenges, luckily there are quite a few benefits to sweeten the deal.

eijiro kirishima | red riot

spit or swallow (dentist!kirishima)

      summary: “he works diligently above you, latex gloved hands occasionally brushing your nose, jaw and throat. He’s nothing less than gentle with you, angling your face where he needs it with feather soft touches and honey smooth direction.”

mixed seeds (group hcs + multi character fics)

katsuki, deku, and shouto as dads

kerberos (natsuo, touya, and shouto todoroki x reader)

     summary: it’s shouto’s birthday and you’ve had a lot to drink.

[clownistyping]

Masterlist!

Hi! I am making an entire master list for all of my posts! Some will actually just lead to more master posts for longer series.

2nd MASTERLIST

Horror/Slasher!

Thomas x chubby!reader fluff

Billy x reader x stu

Tiffany & Bubba with pierced!S/O

Carrie x gn!reader slight NSFW

Chucky x reader meeting the parents

Tw self harm, chucky comforting suicidal male!reader

Carrie x male!reader pregnancy

Carrie x poet!male!reader

NSFW Brahms x reader "playdate"

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BNHA! (NO LONGER WRITE FOR)

Present mic x reader angst/fluff

Prompt present mic x reader

Prompt Todoroki x reader

Todoroki x singer!reader

Todoroki x youtuber!reader

Todoroki x small town!reader

Kiri, Bakugo, Todo playing just dance

Fatgum celebrated his birthday

Dadgum and his sons out on the town

Fatgum x reader prompt

Aizawa x ADHD!Reader

Aizawa's S/O and baby kidnapped

Part 2! Aizawa's S/O and baby kidnapped

Prompt Aizawa x reader

Prompt all might x reader

All might x single parent!reader

All might x nurse!reader

Sero x Denki blood warning fluff

I'm a mummy! Sero x reader

(DISCONTINED) Manly love for a manly heart; chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

Tetsutetsu x awase fluff/angst

Shoiji x mermaid!reader

Shoiji x mermaid!reader part 2

One shot MT. Lady x fem!reader

Kirishima x diamond quirk!reader x tetsutetsu

Kirishima x reader angst (tw death)

Kirishima x reader x Denki convention

Beetlejuice! (NO LONGER WRITE FOR)

The Neverending Story Masterlist

(Angst) reader comforting bj who's self deprecating

Hellboy!

Dark Phoenix reader

NSFW hellboy x confident tattooed chubby reader

Hellboy x mermaid!reader part 1

Part 2! Mermaid reader

Hellboy comforting abused reader

Hellboy x insecure reader

Hellboy kinks

Hellboy x vampire!reader

Hellboy x natura!reader

Hellboy x short!reader

Reader on period

Hellboy comforting reader after rough day

Injured Tiefling!reader

Abe x Reader x Hellboy fluff

NSFW breeding kink Hellboy

Succubus/Incubus x Hellboy

Caretaker!reader x hellboy

Smooch machine reader!

Cat magnet!reader

Painless!reader

Reader's reaction to Hellboy with kids

Dating Abe headcanons

Hellboy x fallen angel!reader

Hellboy x reader x abe fluff

Breeding kink hellboy

Hellboy x gender neutral succubus reader

Hellboy & Abe with Technopathic!reader

Hellboy finding out he's gonna be a dad

Hellboy x reader x abe NSFW

Hellboy, Abe x Short reader

Abe with sudden touchy reader

Love triangle with Abe & Hellboy

Hellboy x civilian!reader

Part 2! Civilian!reader

CONTINUED ON NEW MASTERLIST

Original!

The day the ocean stopped moving

Gold; Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Sorrowful Samurai; chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

Castlevania

Reader drops holy water in an annoying vampire's drink. Tragic. Warning; blood, gore.

Yandere Alucard

Yandere alucard turning reader

Trevor tries to save reader from Yandere Alucard

Trevor chasing readed in a field of flowers awwww

CONTINUED ON NEW MASTERLIST

Marvel (NO LONGER WRITE FOR)

Professor Hulk x Trans male!reader

CONTINUED ON NEW MASTERLIST

JJBA

Kakyoin's S/O getting attacked by N'douls stand

Reader scolding Polnareff from trying to avenge Avdol.

Reader saves the bois

Kakyoin x reader. Prom!

Polnareff x reader. Your body is 70% and I'm thirsty.

CONTINUED ON NEW MASTERLIST

ONWARD

Barley Lightfoot x Punk!Selkie!Reader

PART 2 Selkie!reader x Barley

Gorgon!Reader x Barley

CONTINUED ON NEW MASTERLIST

TMNT

CHECK NEW MASTERLIST!!!!

[jojikawa]

Sex Addict | Shoto Todoroki x Reader | BNHA NSFW

Disclaimer: The reader and Shoto are both of legal age (18+) in this work.

You were the horniest person Todoroki ever knew and you were open about it too, but just to him. In high school when he finally gained the courage to ask you out and pursue a relationship, you were very timid but loving. He would make the first move for almost everything but you always returned the favor and made him feel good like he was someone important.

Things changed when more physical things came into the relationship. Every hug was a long hug and you were the last to let go. Every kiss was hungry and his lips began chapped every day. Every moment of hand-holding never seemed to end and when it ended you would pout until you got your way again.

This went on for years and Shoto had quickly accepted the behavior because he figured that most relationships were like this.

But once Shoto and you engaged in sexual activities, things became a little more intense.

After your first time having sex, you never wanted to stop. At the end of every night, you would beg Todo-kun to fuck your brains out before you slept. If he missed a night, you would wake him up and beg him some more.

He made the mistake of feeding into your sexy whispers and cute little moans that you did for him.

“Come on, Shoto~” “Just one more time.” “Again! Again, Shoto~”

Those words clouded his mind anytime he was with you. You were like a succubus eating away at his life force. The constant sex left him tired. He still couldn’t understand if every guy had to work as hard as he did. 

Every night had easily become twice a day, Morning and Night.

Then it was followed by the middle of the day sex.

Now, the two of you were at the stage where the two of you would fuck if you were able to get a moment alone with him. 

The best part is that he satisfied you every fucking time.

“Be a good boy for me, Shoto.” “This feels so nice...” “Beg for me!”

When he got tired, you happily took over and rode him like no other. You loved creaming all over his hard dick. Your eyes were always so clouded with lust.

After a while of typical sex, you wanted to spice things up wit his temperature quirk. You would ask him to cool or heat his fingers whenever he fingered you and played with your ass and breasts.

There would be times when he would think that he had put your to bed for the night, but you would be back again, blessing him with your body by bouncing on his lap until you felt his big cock rise up and tighten his pants. Then when you felt like he was hard enough for you, you’d take it out and move your panties to the side while he used the energy he had left to pound into you.

“(y/n) please, you have to rest for the night.” He told you.

“Is someone tired?” You kissed him and pressed your body against his. “One more time, at least.” You begged in your cutest voice. “If you don’t then I’ll just have to go solo.”

He hated it when you said that. He wanted to make you cum again but...

“We do it all the time. Just give it a rest for now.” He said, firmly.

From being with Shoto, you were able to be read his emotions easily. The small things he would show in his body language did the talking.

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You want me.”

“No, (y/n), my sleeping is off and I can’t work well if I’m always tired.” He explained.

“Then I can just take over again.” You bargained, running your fingers over his chest. 

“No, you can last until the weekend.”

For the last 5 days you went sexless. Shoto wouldn’t satisfy you nor would he let you masturbate, even if it were in his presence. 

After getting back from your hero job, it was hard seeing Shoto and how sexy he was. When he was in the shower or changing, but the waiting became worth it once Saturday rolled around.

You had off so you prepared for your husband to come in and when he did, you weren’t able to express the happiness you felt. When he came in with half of his hero costume burned off portions of his body, his amazing body being exposed, it made you feel tingles. Naughty tingles.

You hugged him and you snuggled into his exposed chest. It felt nice to him, having someone to come home back to. 

“Shoto, I made dinner.” You told him. “And you know what today is.” You looked up at him and gave him a wink. His face a slightly bruised and scratched from work. It only added to his ‘hot’ factor.

Shoto smiled down at you. “I didn’t forget. Let's get cleaned up and then we can eat.”

“But I didn’t work today.”

“I know.”

Shoto took you to the bathroom, the two fo you undressed and began making out, touching bodies and moaning different things into each other's ears. He had energy today. 

Your tongues danced with one another. His hard cock rubbed your inner thigh and pussy lips. The two of you parted for a brief moment to get into the heated water.

Once your body was covered and moist with water, he put you up against the wall and began fucking you without warning. You loved it. You moaned his name like a slut while he grunted yours with every thrust. “Who does your body belong to?”

“It’s yours, Shoto-kun! It’s yours.”

“And who’s the only person that will ever make you feel this way?”

You! Only you!”

You could feel the core inside of you heating, making you feel more and more like the sex goddess you were. You dug your nails into his back as you bared the mix of pleasure and pain.

“I love you, Shoto.” 

Those words made him feel something. Your voice was so alluring and libidinous. It gave him the little push he needed to release.

You felt his hot, steamy juices, coat your walls as he grunted a strong: 

“I love you, (y/n)”

The last thing you did was share a kiss.

[fandom-monium]

Mini Masterlist

Key: 

♡ - Fluff

♤ - Angst/hurt & comfort

♢ - Smut/implied smut

♧ - Special

*Note: first symbol is main them, others following are subthemes but not main themes.*

Zagreus (Hades video game)

Mini Series

♡♢♧ Sweet Poison (Succubi!Reader)

Part 1: In which you don’t recognize the Prince of the Underworld, but your next prey. (AKA a budding friendship and love between a godling and a succubus.) “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but if the Fates are kind, I hope it’s soon.”

Part 2: In which Zagreus gives you your first nectar. Along with a gift. “If it’s not to your liking, I can exchange—”

Part 3: In which you don't paint in color and Zagreus asks why? “Contrary to popular belief, Elysium don’t take kindly to beings like me.”

Part 4: In which you realize some things about your friend, Zagreus.“Death may be normal here, but the pain…”

Part 5: In which you avoid Zagreus, until one day you can’t. “What can I say? The life of a demon is a hard one.”

Spencer Reid (CM)

One-Shots

♡ Bonding 

In which you join the BAU, and Spencer Reid is too socially awkward for this. “You’ve been profiling me, Doc?” 

♡♧ Connecting - Bonding Part 2 

In which Spencer and you finally bond over something. “We should do this again sometime.”

♡ Kitchen Catastrophes

In which Spencer isn’t the greatest cook, and you’re really good with knives? “How do you mess up pasta?”

♡♤ For Valentine’s Day

In which you throw a wrench in Spencer’s plans: you don’t like Valentine’s Day. “If it’s with you, I guess it’s not so bad.”

♡♢♧ Unrivaled

In which you seem pretty close with the new intern, and Spencer is not happy about it. (ft. one of my fave white bois) “Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?“

♡♢ Kinky but Not Really

In which you make an odd request, and Spencer tries to fulfill it. “I don’t want to disrespect you...”

♤♡ Established Relationship Rivalry

In which you really don't like Spencer talking to other girls... or assassins. “Shut your mouth, before I do it for you.”

♡♧ Battle Tactics 

In which multi-agency training exercises are a great place to make friends. Or enemies? “Ah, I think you just fell for me.”

♡♧ Doctor Nurse Reid 

In which you get sick and Spencer looks after you. "I don't mind germs if they're from you."

♡♧ Battle Strategy - Tactics Part 2 (coming soon)

Mini Series

♡♤ For the Holidays (Fake-Dating trope) 

Part 1 - In which Spencer doesn’t want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

Part 2 - In which Spencer is processing what just happened, while you seem to take it all in stride. Sort of. “It’ll be nice... having a friend there.”

Part 3 - In which Spencer doesn’t feel good and you don’t fight him. “Please, we're FBI agents. I think we have enough stealth training to get by.”

Part 4 - In which Spencer is on an emotional rollercoaster, while you’re just along for the ride. “You know, I don’t remember you being able to run this fast back at the academy.”

Part 5 - In which there is no forgiveness or grudges. Only chance. “Okay, let’s try.” 

Part 6 - In which Spencer gets the happy ending he deserves. “Are—are you laughing?” 

More coming soon!

Dylan O’Brien & Co.

Joel Dawson (L & M)

♡♤ Alive Together Masterlist (IP)

Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park (TOH)

Headcanons

♡ Best Friend's Brother AU Part 1

In which Hunter and Luz Noceda move to the town of Bonesborough for a new start, and Hunter develops feelings for his sister's new best friend.

♡♤ Best Friend's Brother AU Part 2 - Hunter

In which Hunter has more backstory in this human au.

♡♤ Best Friend’s Brother AU Part 3 - Willow

In which Willow has more backstory in this human au.

Oneshots

♡♤♧ Breathless

In which Willow can’t seem to catch her breath around Hunter. “You want to help with my research, right? You think I got these eyebags from only staying up till 2 am?”

More coming soon!

Shouto Todoroki (BnHA/MHA)

One-Shots

♡ Coincidental Confessions

In which he didn’t mean for you to hear. “Do you want me to leave?”

♡ Childhood Friends but Not Really

In which you debate on how to tell your childhood friend you’re in love with him. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”

♤♧ Other Side of the Door

In which you get angry at Shouto, and he wonders why? “Because I love you.”

♡♤ When I was Asleep

In which parenthood was terrifying to Shouto, until you left and pushed him to be a father. Better than his own will ever be. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mini Series

♡♤ In Your Eyes (Soulmate AU)

In which the soulmate system isn’t everything it seems and Shouto could be the only one who sees it “Shut up, you don’t know me...” (Epi 4).

Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4 | Episode 5 -> coming soon!

Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer)

Mini Series

♡♤ Drip and Stream (Reader-Insert)

This is your road to becoming a demon slaying swordsman. And it starts with Urokodaki. “And if he doesn’t make it over here, I’ll haunt his ass for being late again” (Ch 1).

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 -> coming soon!

Last Updated: OCT 2023

Coming Soon (not in order)

♤ In Your Eyes - Episode 5 (BnHA/MHA): In which our story reaches a climax.

♡♤ Help Wanted (Kingsman): In which you join Kingsmen, and Eggsy is not prepared for that. At all.

[ao3feed-aizawashouta]

by Kittyatsuki

Just a bunch of smutty bnha oneshots my weird mind came up with, warning. female dominance is all over the place so if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read. I hope you enjoy.

Words: 1322, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki, Sero Hanta, Mineta Minoru

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Midoriya Izuku & Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Cute Midoriya Izuku, Succubus Midoriya Izuku, Rape Fantasy, Underage Rape/Non-con, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers